Have you ever kissed in hot rain?
Have you ever had your ice cream stolen by capuchin?
That's what she said,
hopeful not to mistake an old friend.
That if he hadn't, he'd already know,
and she'd let him go.
Wouldn't a name be better?
Maybe she just couldn't remember?
I don't know about what you're saying,
but if you'd sit down I'll buy you a drink and listen.
She let a quite sigh,
to compliment the defeat in her eyes.
Her newly found hope, and it's already gone.
You don't need my woes.
Perhaps we judge too quickly?
We don't know the whole story?
Quite on the contrary,
there's nothing more that'd peak my interests.
And as for woes,
I've got a few of my own.
He pulled, form his wallet, pictures that show
a family abandoned long ago.
Wouldn't a name be better?
Now who knows better?
But she didn't need to look then,
for they were pictures of her.
And after a silent minute,
He slammed a bag of money down
and left without the pictures.
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